Volume 1 Chapter 20: Cold-Faced Laundry, CEO Edition
Wen Suhe was wonderful.
All the material comforts she never enjoyed at home were provided by him here.
Her wardrobe was filled with haute couture, and she had more jewelry than she could ever wear.
She didn’t even have to wash her own underwear—it wasn’t done by machine, but hand-washed by Wen Suhe himself.
The image of a domineering CEO washing underwear was something she’d never dared imagine before.
If only Wen Suhe were less controlling and not so obsessive, he would truly make an excellent husband.
But she was tired of being controlled—first by her parents before marriage, and now by her husband after.
It felt like she had lost herself.
Wen Suhe stroked her hair. “Buy the paintings you like yourself. Your husband will give you other gifts.”
Mhm, mhm, mhm.
Putting up with his obsessive behavior was exhausting—snagging some compensation for emotional distress before leaving was only fair.
Returning to the bedroom, Qiao Yin grabbed her pajamas and headed to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower but stood aside playing on her phone.
[Si Yao: I’m back! Let’s meet up tomorrow!]
[Qiao Yin: (^_^)]
[Si Yao: Will your husband allow it?]
[Qiao Yin: I only have these two friends. If he says no, I’ll argue with him.]
[Si Yao: Getting bold, daring to challenge President Wen.]
[Qiao Yin: I haven’t settled the score with you for betraying me last time!]
[Si Yao: Be magnanimous! I’m just a small-time actress—Wen Suhe could blacklist me in minutes. I didn’t dare lie.]
Wen Suhe was truly terrifying.
She couldn’t blame Si Yao.
So she had to handle the fake certificate matter herself—she couldn’t entrust it to anyone else.
If Si Yao cracked under Wen Suhe’s pressure and betrayed her, her escape plan would be ruined.
She absolutely couldn’t let her plans fail before they even began.
[Qiao Yin: Can’t chat now, showering. See you tomorrow.]
[Si Yao: Showering? Video call request…]
[Qiao Yin: Don’t mess around!]
Wen Suhe was extremely petty and jealous—he’d even get jealous of a stray cat, let alone a person.
Qiao Yin quickly deleted the chat history, started playing music on her phone, and undressed to shower.
After her shower, Qiao Yin turned off the music, opened the bathroom door, and—
Uh…
Why was Wen Suhe standing outside the bathroom?
And he looked freshly showered too—wearing black pajamas, hair damp, glasses off, appearing clean and refreshed.
Qiao Yin spoke timidly, “I didn’t wash them myself—I left them for you.”
The mighty President Wen’s only household chore was washing his wife’s and his own intimate garments.
She couldn’t deprive him of this labor opportunity.
“Good Baby~”
Wen Suhe’s tall frame blocked her path. “You entered the bathroom five minutes before starting the music. Were you chatting with someone?”
Qiao Yin: Σ(°△°|||)︴
Wen Suhe, you’re being waaaaay too observant.
You’re such a detail freak!
This is bad!
She’d ended up provoking a Wen Suhe who embodied every toxic trait of a domineering CEO.
Obsessive, perverted, controlling, possessive, compulsive, paranoid, jealous, petty, with an unhappy childhood…
Qiao Yin’s pale fingers tugged at his sleeve. “Husband, don’t mind those details. I was humming in the shower and forgot the lyrics, then remembered I forgot to play music.”
“Good Baby, details determine success.” Wen Suhe had been standing outside the bathroom and hadn’t heard Qiao Yin singing at all.
The sound of the shower didn’t resemble someone actually standing under it washing.
So for the first few minutes after entering the bathroom, Qiao Yin definitely wasn’t obediently showering—she was hiding inside chatting with someone.
Wen Suhe suspected it was that guy named Lan Yezhou.
Qiao Yin wanted to secretly sign up for summer camp behind his back.
“Give me your phone.”
Fine, take it. The chat history was already deleted anyway.
“If you find nothing in my phone, since Yao Yao is returning tomorrow, I want to go out for a meal with her.” Qiao Yin clutched her phone. “I’ll give it to you if you agree.”
“Okay.”
He was different from his father—back then, his father never allowed his mother to see any friends.
He permitted Qiao Yin to meet with her best friend Si Yao.
He hoped Qiao Yin wouldn’t disappoint him.
Wen Suhe first checked the contacts list—no extra person appeared.
He opened the chat history with Si Yao.
Qiao Yin was extremely nervous. Wen Suhe seemed to let out a cold laugh.
There was no way Wen Suhe could discover anything—she had deleted the chat history.
“Good Baby~”
Wen Suhe slipped the phone into his pants pocket and pressed her against the cold bathroom wall. “You deleted the chat history, didn’t you?”
Wen Suhe, you should change careers and become a fortune teller!
How could he possibly guess that?
Qiao Yin trembled, adamantly denying it. “Nope~”
Wen Suhe spoke unhurriedly, “You said Si Yao is returning tomorrow, yet there’s no chat history or call records. Were you communicating telepathically with her?”
Girls, never marry someone too clever!
It’s really annoying!
She could hide nothing from Wen Suhe!
Qiao Yin continued denying it. “I didn’t delete anything. I saw her airport photos on Weibo.”
Wen Suhe grew angry. What was in that chat history that she couldn’t let him see? She still refused to admit it.
“You’re not being good.”
Nyah nyah nyah~
As long as I look innocent, why do you care whether I behave or not!
“I told you I didn’t delete anything! You don’t trust me!” Qiao Yin pretended to be angry too. “Give me back my phone!”
“No.”
He planned to recover the chat history tomorrow.
Qiao Yin regretted it deeply—she should have kept at least a couple lines of the chat history.
Pouting, Qiao Yin let tears fall pitifully, sobbing heartbreakingly as she whimpered, “We hadn’t even known each other 24 hours before I married you… I haven’t even graduated from university… I live here with you without a single relative… and you still bully me…”
“Wuwuwu…”
“Mom, take me with you… There’s no point in me living anymore—”
The rest of her words were cut off.
Wen Suhe suddenly gripped her chin and kissed her.
This was her first time using this tactic tonight. Whether it worked or not, the initiative seemed to be in her hands now!
The passionate, lingering kiss surged over her, leaving Qiao Yin’s mind dazed and confused.
After several intermittent kisses, when they separated, Qiao Yin buried her face in his chest, panting.
“Don’t say things like that. You need to live well—we’re going to grow old together.” Wen Suhe didn’t want to hear those ominous words.
He never used to care about such things, but after marrying Qiao Yin, he became particularly sensitive about them.
He was seven years older than her. He needed to take good care of his health so he could accompany her into old age.
Together in life, together in death.
Someday they would share the same burial plot.
Qiao Yin’s voice came out soft and tearful. “You bullied me…”
“I didn’t.”
“You did!”
“Good Baby~”
Wen Suhe’s tone was resigned. “Go lie down first. I’ll join you shortly.”
“Give me my phone.”
Wen Suhe handed the phone to Qiao Yin.
Qiao Yin left.
But she soon returned to the bathroom doorway.
Wen Suhe’s exceptionally handsome face remained cold.
Tsk tsk.
Qiao Yin took a few photos with her phone.
Cold-faced CEO washing underwear edition—who wants to see it?